As I saw the birds flying over me

So beautiful, it seemed weightlessly

It felt like a dream

To be as a bird

And fly into the morning


To feel so free

To feel weightlessly

To fly

Like a bird in the sky


To turn, to twist, to tumble

But still

Return to rest

On a cushion of air

To rest on the wing

Like a song birds sing

Like a child on a swing

And to see

Beyond the last mountain


As I saw the birds flying over me

I felt so small, I felt helplessly

And I knew in my heart

The wish to depart

And be a child of the morning


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